The cold reign of darkness-shadows the infinite shadowEnlisting blackness to repairthe woundsWhich were successfully administeredBy the cruel curse of life's-blinding lightsHell regurgitates devouring magma from the dank depths

Royalty or not-you're all gonna dieCatholic or not-you're all gonna die

Once more to reclaim the throne-ever more to claim heredityOwnership of the dead and all the responsibilitiesFalling helpless into the hands of no-more youThat cold lonely planet was never your real home

Rich man or not-you're all gonna diePresident or not-you're all gonna die

There are those who defy the end-scream and beg for moreDragged away and destined to screamWhims that howl in tormented stormsNo rights to be-no rights to seeYour sad epitaph shall now read as follows